Fridays, I look forward to.
I pick up my grandson to
spend the weekend with me.
He makes my heart beam
every moment with him.
This Friday did not go well.
The car's air conditioner fell.
I should have seen the warning.
Being irresponsible that morning.
After we finish, we pick up a meal.
Moving to leave, whereupon
the temperature light came on.
With a meltdown,
I could not calm down;
it made me frustrated.
Pulling over and stopping was not fun.
Immediately calling my two sons.
Some days I win.
Some days I lose.
I moved on to be more cautious.
Blackened bits of gritty bean
exploded on cell phone screen.
WTH? Brain's demise, cries!
Not to mention barbarize!
Pods become inconvenient,
imprecise and lenient.
Appliance not so new –
coughed, then gagged, and hella spew!
Murky, grungy, mucky cup
not a welcome wake-me-up!
Coffee shop not far away
provides a much brighter day!
Out of order is my pc
Awful thing to happen to me
I try to judge poetry contests
Impossible on iPhone I confess
Admin says soup made for computers
Makes me feel like a big fat loser
Indeed I lost fuchsia flexibility
Lost files in my purple cemetery
That’s where in my old files
I saved old trash poem piles
Poems gone before saved to iCloud
They weren’t good but I miss them now
For they were like mind flowers
Some weak discreet some with power
I guess they are also like a diary
Full of secrets writes wrongs dreams
Out of order no television or pc
I’ve a phone a home and peace
I hate when my cable’s out of order.
It seems I call them again and again.
If it’s not one thing then it’s another.
And all of it is surely a big pain.
Sometimes I’ll be forever on the phone
just waiting for a person to get through to.
It’s worse when the technician that I get
is someone seeming to live in Timbuku.
It never fails that they cannot help me.
Then they schedule me for a repair date,
which is any time between 12 and 5.
I stay home all afternoon just to wait.
Even worse is when my Roku box
is on the fritz, for there’s no help for me
when that goes out! For that, I’m on my own.
It’s not part of my cable’s warranty.
But these are such small problems when I think
of all the bad things in the world today.
I need to fix my mind on what is good:
at least TV’s in color now -not black, white and grey.
Since last June they’ve been working our main street
waiting in lines had us all off our beat.
Now in the middle of March
can we lose any more starch?
With all four lanes closed, for routes we compete.
Perhaps next June, when the pipes all are done,
cables in place and concrete has hardened,
all the bumps will be leveled;
we can get back on schedule.
Can a year’s aggravation be pardoned?
Someone unplugged the planet
Every screen flashed an
OUT OF ORDER…..
Traffic stopped
Students fingers trembled
The roast in the oven is doomed
The “elderly” sat before blank screens
THEN
…..someone found a book
On a hot summer day the refrigerator lost its tune,
for its ever-loyal quiet drone stopped so very soon.
I stood in the kitchen breathing helpless air,
disquiet silence spread unease everywhere.
I pulled the door open with a hopeful mind,
the normal winding mist I expected to find,
but a draft of warm air sneaked out blunting my nerve,
I felt looming danger to what it was meant to preserve.
The milk inside the carton waited to turn sour, I did fear,
butter wilted in golden puddle formed in a muddle near.
The vegetables started withering in their tray,
as frozen freshness slowly began to melt away.
I gave the power plug one last desperate press,
listened for a cheering click for the end of mess,
but inert silence held the refrigerator in a warm grip,
as frosty freezer felt the heat, started to slowly drip.
As the cold domain gradually turned into desert hot,
on the repairman I had my trust for the skills he got,
but until he arrived with his tools without fail,
we had our early lunch before it became stale.
The water softener's down again!
It failed to cycle through the night.
Our country home provides a well
with cool, clear water that tastes right.
Well water's hard and not so nice
till it's cycled to turn soft so
full, rich suds to shower and bathe
will leave you fresh with a clean glow.
Not only that- washed clothes get stiff;
dishwasher glassware, cloudy too.
To get it fixed takes a few days!
Without our suds, we're sad and blue.
A simple thing- a no-suds wash
stops water cleaning as it should-
removes the "happy" from each day!
A simple thing- but understood!
Four long days passed, and service came
to say our water softener died!
And so, a new one took its place
“Hooray for soapy suds, we cried!
Sometimes, life is falling apart
and all things seem out of order,
hang a sign, broken, on my heart,
close to serious disorder . . .
I cannot write, or think clearly,
laptop and cell acting queerly,
cable is not working anymore.
Lost at sea and cannot see the shore,
then, the sun is shining on me,
all good and I am feeling quite esprit !
I made two out of order signs
Fastened them together
Hung over my shoulders one day
Sunny was the weather
I took a book I had started to read
And sat down in the shade
It was a day for rest for me
I wouldn't use a spade
My kitchen had closed on the door
Cooking was not happening
This was a day of vacation
Don't call it slackening
Women of America use some sense
Take a day for yourself
Rest, read, take a small nap
Put your work on a shelf
Add a day now and then to rest
It will do a wonder
For your mind, body and spirit
So you won't go under
Day after day, week after week,
When rush hour traffic’s at its peak,
I’ve had to sit and wait and wait,
Knowing that once more I’d be late
It started with a water main.
They mended it – it burst again
And cut off electricity,
Another high priority.
With traffic lights set far apart,
Commuters started losing heart.
This morning, waiting in the car
I spotted something quite bizarre.
The men were gathered all around,
Their spades were lying on the ground.
And I could only sit and stare
As “Happy Birthday” filled the air.
I called out, “Who’s the Birthday boy
I’d like to wish him Birthday joy?”
And, as one man, they turned to say,
“The trench is one year old today!”
I cannot say this is a thing
Because it is my mind
It's out of order, way above
The gentle or the kind
You've never had this
You've never seen
Such an undeniable
Broken me
I'm not a leaking pipe
Copper that has gone green
Actually im worse
A broken mad machine
Yet I am just a thing
An object,no real border
Broken down
I'm out of order
Planks of my fake wood floor are comin' up,
so I better get a new one - yup.
Now, gather 'round to hear me complain
about what a royal pain
it is when you don't have a floor
beneath your own two feet no more.
Especially, when you have bad OCD,
and things must be where they're s'posed to be.
I'm gonna have a heart attack
worrying about getting stuff back.
My back won't let me lift -
will my friends do the manual labor shift?
When I moved in, how was I to know
I'd have to spend this kind of dough?
Well, I guess I should be glad, instead.
I have a roof over my head.
Today is out of order.
I just want to flee,
everything is biting me like a big yellow bee.
The day started off with mold on my brie,
then I lost my only house key.
Under the bed looking for my shoe on one knee,
my pants went wet with pee.
Please just set me free,
this is my one and only plea.
Out of order said the sign on the door,
now what do I do I have to go up
and climbing the stairs is just such a chore!
If I could grow wings like old auntie Ester
I wouldn’t stay here I would fly to the shore
of the enchanted island
and play on the sand with those I adore~
but for now the elevator still won’t go up,
and since haven’t grown wings
I will climb those five floors!
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